#sinbad no bouken x reader

[xxxavo]

request: hiya! I was wondering if you’d be able to write for sinbad? perhaps where the reader is feeling a bit deflated when sinbad is accused of sleeping with the emperors daughter? :)

summary: i basically had the majority of this reply written last year on my other account ( @iimuchakk ), just never finished it, so I just did it quickly now cause I wanna post something magi cause i love magi. it’s more angsty(?) then what I was going for when I first wrote it, but yeh.

sinbad isnt to sure how to feel about this. on one hand, he understands your frustration. after all he’s a ladies man, being dubbed “lady killer of the seven seas” because of it, but on the other hand, with the help of yamuraiha’s magic, he was able to prove his innocence. so at first sinbad brushes the matter off, just patting you on the shoulder with a faint smile as the lament your worries to him, though he grows frustrated when your mood beings to sour the more he ignores it. still a bit uncertain, since he did not sleep with the pinkette empress, the king turns to saher for help. surely another wife will be able to clear up the situation for him.

now, sinbad was expecting the situation to be cleared up, but he wasn’t planning on sitting through a four hour lecture on the matter. sindria’s king felt like a child as he sat, pale faced on a stool, listening to saher’s analysis on the situation.

“you mean to tell me that all your closest friends believed you had slept with the princess—! how embarrassing that must have been for your poor betrothed!” she fained, placing one hand on her forehead as she imagined the suffering for herself. suddenly, her eyes landed on the shrunken purple haired man and narrowed. “true or not sinbad, you flirt with every woman in sight. imagine how much they must love you, standing strong whilst everyone blamed you for sleeping with someone other then them, and then having you heed no attention to them afterwards. all eyes must have been on her, judging her, making her feel like she couldn’t please you—“

“alright, alright...” sighed sinbad, scratching the back of his neck as the guilt he’d been prolonging finally began to settle in. “i think i understand now. thank you saher.”

with a new perspective, sinbad spent the rest of the day trying to figure out how to show to his wife, and others, that he was a loyal man now, through and through. admittedly he was still unsure about what angle to approach this from considering he was still pretty prideful, but he knew he had to suck it up and just do what he knew was right.

when he entered your shared room, sinbad rose an eyebrow at your form seated at your make up table, angrily raking your hands through your hair and tugging the locks from your frustrations. in the reflection of the mirror, you saw him, made eye contact, huffed, and then continued your nightly routine.

“alway’s a delight to see you too.” joked sinbad, from both amusement and annoyance, not really a fan of such a rude exchange though it’s not like you were going to smother him in kisses right now. you didn’t reply to him, instead you just roll your eyes so far back sinbad for a split second is worried you’ll do blind, and sighs in relief when they fall back into place. the silence remains strong, as does your resolve to keep your distance from sinbad and his womanizing ways as he stands in your shared room, it seems.

what could he do? sure, he had all the money in the world, but a new dress or gold chain wasn’t going to fix the clearly wavering faith you had in him. the thought, at first, made him bristle, though upon inspection he came to the conclusion you were right to have that perception of him. it’s not like he dosent flirt back with his harmen, chuckle when they rub his muscles and coo words of sweet nothingness into his ears. hell, the fact he even still had a harmen was terrible in and of itself.

how long would you put up with this? he wondered, as he noticed the tears now welling up in your eyes as he watched you through the reflection in the mirror. would he even put up with it, if you were doing the same?

as dribbled of black from your make up dribbled down your cheeks, a sudden wave of emotion crashing over you as your husband just stood there, stiff and struggling for words, sinbad couldn’t help but sigh, running his chunky fingers through his hair as he turned his attention to the view from the balcony, the sun seemingly beginning to set on this hell of a day.

“ . . . i’ll try to be better.” but would he?

[iimuchakk]

//I'm not sure if I'm doing this right.... Could I please request Kouen and Sinbad taking care of their s/o who's pregnant with triplets?You don't have to do both if you don't wish too...

I decided just to do Sinbad since he really inspired me for this ask. As well as this since I’m slowly getting back into the fandom and my laptop broke it’s just so much easier!

Sorry for keeping you waiting @mori1284 hope it’s okay!

Okay so Sinbad was scared when it was one baby

The moment you told him you were pregnant he was cradling himself on the floor

He was going to be a DAD

It took him a day or two to come around to the idea of it but at the end of the day the thought of you and him with a little bundle of joy was starting to look kind of perfect

Thus when the baby bump was big enough to be examined by Yamrahia he was ecstatic!

Unfortunately he had to catch up with work. He could only use you as an excuse to Ja’far for so long...

“Okay be careful in there! Make sure you tell me everything she says when you come to visit me!”

Leans down to baby bump

“Be good for mommy my sweet~ whose a little cutie~ you are! yes you are!” “Sin people are staring...”

Both go your separate ways and Sinbad is restless

He hopes everything goes okay

Ja’far slaps him round the head since he’s staring into space like a dork so the king just pouts and gets on with his paper work

When there’s a knock on the door and you step into the room Sinbad is grinning ear to ear and practically throws his work all over the floor

Ja’far will kill him later

His grin drops as the look on your face

“What’s wrong? Is the baby okay?”

“Yes. The babies are okay...”

“....twins?”

“Nope.”

Turns out Ja’far dosent have to kill Sinbad because he’s laying on the floor like a dead man already

His misfortune makes Ja’far so happy

Takes him around a week to process the fact he has two more babies on the way

His reaction is enough to worry you and so the eight generals get involved since, well, you’re an emotional pregnant woman who they can hear crying and stressing out thanks to her husband

Pisti and Sharrkan try coaxing him out with drinks

Dosent work

Hinahoho and Spartos try talking sense to him

Dosent work

Yamrahia and Drakon pretend like there’s a war!

Dosent work

So Masrur breaks the door down and Ja’far drags him to your bedside

He noticed how upset you are

Then noticed how fat you are

Suddenly he’s not scared

He’s excited

After all, it’s going to be you, him and three bundles of joy

From then on Sinbad treats you like more of a Queen that what he did before hand

He does everything for you and makes sure somebody is with you at all times

Whatever you’re craving he will make sure that the servants cook it for you

Buys you comfier clothes so you’re cooler in the hot sun of sindria

Foot rubs? You got it

Warm baths? He’ll run it for you!

After he has his initial breakdown, Sinbad is the best person to have by your side when you’re pregnant with his three children!

“Sinbadddd—“ There is a soft whine coming from the bathroom, the fourth one of today but the king doesn’t even flinch. Instead, he follows the uncomfortable sound of your voice and pops his head into the lavish room attached to your shared sleeping quarters. “—it won’t go away.”

“Morning sickness won’t go away just like that, my queen.” His reminder of how pregnancy works make you scoff though in an instant you regret the action, as the sudden pressure to your throat makes you cough up more bile.

“This sucks. I hate you. Why did you do this to my body?” In response all you get is a chuckle and soft relaxing strokes to your back. The triplets in your stomach make your belly stick out like a sore thumb. It’s swollen, stretched and ready to pop. Having to carry it around makes your back ache like never before and all of this combined sends your hormones raging. It takes a few minuets for your vomiting to calm down and once it does you’re a whimpering mess on the floor, looking up to your husband who tenderly strokes your cheek. “It’s not fair.”

“I know.” Hums Sinbad in response. “Let’s lay you down. It’ll all be over soon and then the suffering will be both of our responsibilities.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Both of you you share an amused smile, basking in each other’s presence before sinbad breaks up the moment by standing. He offers his hand to you and you take it, swiftly being pulled up onto your feet. “Careful Sinbad.” The warning that leaves your lips falls on death ears. The King is to busy moving a hand to your belly, stroking it in circles. In response, there is a kick and you hiss at him playfully. “See? The babies agree. You need to treat me with more respect.”

“More respect?” Faking innocence, Sinbad moves to stand behind his queen, arms circling around her form. “The babies kick at me because they’re excited to see me. They know their daddy.” It warms your heart to see Sinbad so smitten. It wasn’t to long ago he was a blubbering mess in his office, but now he seemed to realise how joyous this occasion truly was. “Want me to carry you into bed? I can bring you some grapes and water too?”

“Only if you’ll stay with me?” The answer to your question is one arm under your knees and Sinbad moving your arm around his neck. He swoops you up bridal style, carrying you to your shared bed before laying you down as gently as he possibly can.

“I’ll stay with you.” Your hands find each other’s, and you both move forward to give each other a gentle kiss, filled entirely with love. “All of you.”

[husbandograveyard]

I needed to come back for more after that adorable drabble 😍 can I ask for the word eye with Ja'far from Magi next please? ❤❤❤

Hiya Cookie and welcome back! Happy to write some more for the lesser known fandoms! :D

2nd person. Gn reader.

“Ja’far!”

It was the third time you had called out for him, his eyes glazed over as he stared at a stack of papers warily. Dark circles were under his eyes and you found yourself wondering when the last time was that you saw him take a break. Couldn’t possibly be weeks ago, right?

He finally snapped out of his daze with a soft “oh, y/n, I didn’t see you there,” and picked up his pen again. You grabbed it out of his hand, and you realized just how tired he was when his reflexes came almost two seconds too late to grab it back from you.

“I have been standing here for a full five minutes, calling out your name. You must’ve fallen asleep with your eyes open,” you said sternly, but you couldn’t keep your tone from changing into worry. “When’s the last time you had a proper sleep?” he shrugged in reply, trying to grab the pencil back. “Sinbad is gone for a diplomatic mission and someone has to keep the… keep the..” He nearly drifted off again right then and there.

“That’s it. You’re going to sleep right now.” He couldn’t protest much as you practically dragged him to his room, plopping onto the bed the moment he got there, and promptly passing out.

You smiled as you took off his shoes, tucked him in properly, and kissed his forehead. Now to make sure no one disturbed him for the next twenty hours or so.

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[lancermylove]

Light to His Darkness (Oneshot)

Fandom: Magi

Pairing: Sinbad with gn!Reader

Warning: mild angst, mention of blood, contains spoilers

Prompt: Sinbad thinks he doesn’t deserve to be with a pure, kind, and loving MC.  

Word Count: 1,057

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The moment Sinbad saw a stack of unsigned papers on his desk, he took a deep breath and forced his mind to focus with one goal in mind - the quicker he can get this over with, the more time he can spend with you. And work efficiently he did, but halfway through the enormous stack, the king rose to stretch his stiff muscles.

Walking closer to a window, he stared at the shimmering ocean and smiled. His country was as lively as ever, and even in his palace, he could hear the sound of music playing in the distance, the happy squeals of children playing, and the chirping of the birds basking in the afternoon sun. For a while, Sinbad absentmindedly stared at the sea until he heard the sweetest sound in the whole kingdom - your voice.

The king silently watched as some of the palace guards and maids gathered around you. Did something happen, or were you planning a surprise from one of the generals? As far as he recalled, no birthdays or events were coming up, so what were you up to? Also, why were your handmaids carrying large jute sacks?

"Sorry for disturbing all of you while you are on duty. On behalf of everyone in the castle, I would like to thank you for your hard work and dedication to protecting and serving everyone in the palace. As a thank you, please accept these gifts," you smiled and personally handed the shocked guards and maids gift boxes.

The king's expressions softened at your heartwarming gesture - were you going through the entire palace distributing gifts to everyone? You truly had a heart of gold - no wonder everyone is fond of you, including the citizens of Sindria. Though Sinbad was pleased with your kind actions, he felt a knot slowly forming in his chest. Not again. He didn't want to think about those tainted thoughts, but whenever you showed him a glimpse of your golden heart, Sin couldn't help it.

He turned around and returned to his desk, his heart getting heavier with each step. Never once did Sinbad want to turn into the person he is now, but circumstances, power, title, and the people he met changed him. Even Ja'far agreed that he had turned into a manipulative man, but did he have a choice? Maybe, but in the world of kings, it's either manipulate or be manipulated. 

Manipulation was only one petal of the tainted rose that corrupted his purity. He had blood on his hands, and though the king tried not to unnecessarily take lives, sometimes he had no other option. Throughout history, war and progression have always led to the demise of countless souls, and his story was no different. Everything he did was for the sake of creating a safe kingdom where people could live without worrying about starvation, invasion, corruption, wars - all the things he had been through and seen.

Sinbad could argue that those two petals bloomed due to unavoidable events, but what about the one that was completely under his control? He was a flirt by nature, and whenever he saw anyone that deserved compliments, well, he couldn't stop himself. Even when he complimented others in front of you, you never once got upset. Sinbad didn't know whether to applaud you for your unwavering trust in him or to tell you not to trust others so blindly.

If that wasn't enough, never once did you judge or question his darkened side. When he told you about his half falling into depravity, you asked him why - not in a questioning or shocked toned, but in a concerned way. You actually understood where he came from and still supported him after he shared his past with you. What did he do to deserve someone like you? No, rather, does he deserve a partner like you?

His thoughts were disturbed when he heard the sound of his office door opening. The king didn't need to look up to know you entered as there was only one person in the entire world that could march into his office and bedroom without permission.

"Sin, is something on your mind? Are you alright?" Hearing the concern in your voice only added to his pain. Should he tell you what's on his mind? Your heart would break, but he can't keep these feelings hidden any longer.

"(Y/n), I love you," he paused for a bit, not having the courage to lift his eyes to meet your gaze, "but I don't think I deserve you."

"I love you, Sinbad, and that's exactly why I deserve you."

His muscles tensed up at your immediate reply, but he should have expected this type of response from you. The king pressed one hand on his face as his shoulders started shaking, and soon enough, his laughter bounced against the walls of his office. Content with his reaction, you walked closer to him, wondering how long Sinbad had been feeling that way.

"Are you upset with me for thinking such thoughts?" He asked as he pulled you into his lap and firmly wrapped his muscular arms around your waist.

"No, but I don't want you to say something like that ever again. Sinbad, I love you, and you love me. That's enough for us to stay together." You gently placed the flats of your palms against his heated cheeks and leaned in to peck his nose. "I know what you have been through and what you had to do to get here. It must have been hard, but you pushed through, and well, look at where you are now. Sin, I am proud of you and always will be."

The corners of his lips tugged up as the light from your words pierced through the darkness in his heart. Sinbad buried his face in your neck, releasing all the tension in his muscles. "Thanks, my love."

"You are welcome, my king." You whispered while wrapping your left arm around his neck and stroking his silky hair with your right.

You had no plans of leaving him, even if he tried to push you away - you couldn't and didn't want to imagine a life without him. No matter what challenges came your way, you were determined to stay by your beloved king's side.

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Sooo for Sinbad no bouken how do you think Sinbad would deal with a crush that only seems to listen to Jafar and sometimes zones out when Sinbad suggests something. (Usually something stupid). But they’re just like <3 Sure Jafar we can do that And they give him healthy and unhealthy snacks constantly to cheer him up. It’s cuz Jafar is so “adorable, is the smart one And gets too stressed for a teenager”? (I feel like we’d all do this tbh)

Okay so requests are currently closed but... how can I say no to being nice to Ja'far? So just some small headcanons, one set for Sinbad and some bonus ones with Ja'far's view on the situation because I feel like it!

Sinbad gets horribly frustrated.

He never fails to get his way. Despite his age he is persuasive and can wrap anyone around his finger. So why are you paying more attention to Ja'far than to him?!

He is going to go that extra mile to show off around you, trying to show how strong he is, how brave he is, how smart he is,... but he notices you're not paying attention to a single thing he's doing.

That doesn't mean he's giving up though. He didn't get where he is in life now by giving up and accepting the situation as it is.

Will actually whine when you ignore him. He does not like it. You can shut his ideas down all you like, but don't pretend he's not saying anything!

He'll never admit it, but you ignoring his advances only draws him in more. He's so used to getting his way and to have a fairly easy time getting people to see things his way, so for you to completely ignore him is both frustrating and exciting.

Sinbad will absolutely try to put Ja'far in a bad light. Not in any serious ways like talking about his past, but in small, playful things like saying he has no fashion sense so he always wears his uniform, like his smile is fake, ect.

Never will he actually belittle Ja'far or do something that would hurt him. Ja'far is one of this closest friends after all, and he still cares for him deeply.

And he does agree with you, Ja'far is way too stressed and could use a break.

Ja'far is horribly annoyed by the situation.

It's nice that you're putting so much value into his opinion, but did you really have to be Sinbad's crush?

Sure, Sinbad listens to you, so you agreeing with Ja'far makes sure things get done quickly and efficiently. But the headache that comes afterwards almost isn't worth it.

Sinbad often nags at Ja'far about why you prefer Ja'far over him. Certainly when he's had a little too much to drink. Ja'far often throws some snide remarks at him in the guise of 'advice', like being less of a womanizer, being more responsible, taking things a little more seriously,...

He does appreciate the snacks though.

Ja'far will never admit it, but he knows he's more serious than other kids of his age. He knows he probably should relax a little more. But he also knows that Sinbad lacks the seriousness and diligence needed for certain jobs, so he'll continue to make up for his king's weaknessess.

He will 100% use your favor for him as something to tease Sinbad with when he's being a pain in the ass again.

[barakri]

The Inspirational Man, The Badass King Sinbad 🔥

From a Curious, Little Boy, grown up in a Poor Family. The Brave, Reckless, Talented Kid who had nothing..

Challenged himself & became a Powerhouse, a God himself with the Ability to Change the World or To Destroy it 🔥

Sinbad (This Miracle of the World) was born in Spring, on a Rainy day, April 2nd.

The Rainiest Month of the Middle East.

A Born-Leader, A Pioneer, Inspirational, Ambitious, Courageous, Brave, Intelligent, Adventurous, with a Fierce, Confident Attitude & with a Determined, Visionary, Idealistic Spirit to Change Lives & Countries.

Besides Magi where Sinbad is a grown, mature man, in Sinbad no Bouken we get to see him as a kid & as a teenager. It’s a very beautiful & inspirational anime which is worth watching it.

I’ve heard that He never got married, He may be HOT , but He is a commitment-phobic guy, well He is an Aries.

He really deserves his Zodiac Sign & MBTI.

Sinbad being an Aries also an ENTJ, Obviously his goals would be about Leadership, Ruling & Power (also God Complex Issues).

His Hungry for Power & his Obsession for Control led him on his DownFall, He became an Extremist, a Monarch wanting everything under his Control. An Absolute God. The reincarnation of David. A Powerful, a Dangerous Being.

The Initiator Leader

“King Sinbad”

#Sinbad Magi Birthday, Age, Height, Zodiac Sign, Hobbies, Occupation, Mbti.

[king-bee-sting]

Could you write a Kouen Ren x FTM reader? Reader is stealth and is a soldier for the Kou Empire. Kouen notices him and falls in love so he tries to get closer to him, and one day reader gets injured and Kouen finds out he's trans and is supportive??

Format: Scenario

Fandom: Magi

Pairing(s): Kouen

Warnings: transphobia mentioned, kouen being ignorant

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Secrets Worth Keeping

Kouen Ren x FtM! Reader

When Kouen first met you, he thought you were a frail little boy who'd break from the wind, but over the years, he began to grow an admiration for you with each piece of information you've successfully brought back.

Eventually, admiration turned into an unlikely friendship, discussing findings and information over tea.

Over time, Kouen found himself oddly fond of you, even genuinely considering making you a member of his household, despite the three he has already. It confused and troubled him to no end. Why were his thoughts so suddenly filled with you? A man with no real power or wealth. It caused quite the irritation, he was not supposed to have thoughts like these with a low-ranking soldier let alone a man.

When he found out you've returned once again, yet this time in bad condition, he almost uncharacteristically dropped everything to speed off to the chamber you were being treated in.

Yet he was the first prince, he had duties he needed to attend to before he can do what he wants. So he completed his work as fast yet diligently as he could. When he was finally at your door, night had fallen and his only light source in the halls was the chamberstick he held in his hand. Knocking to be polite, he entered the room.

You should be proud; not many are able to surprise the prince. Yet when he came upon your body, he was absolutely gobsmacked. Your chest was wrapped in bandages, displaying the body you had so desperately padded and bound to hide that which you hated most. If you didn't have his interest before, you certainly have it now.

His candlelight illuminated the room, it's only occupant is your comatose body. Kouen needed to ask you questions the moment you woke up. The standard "what happened", "who did it", "did you spill any information", "how are you feeling", but now he has even more to add onto the list. He sat down on a chair placed by the bed and waited for you to wake up. During that time he took this chance to get a good look at your features; you always made sure to cover up, even in the summer heat, but now he could burn your appearance into his memory without having to leave some to his imagination.

Kouen was tired, it was late into the night and well into the early morning when you did finally awaken. He had taken a few cat naps to keep himself fresh enough to hear what you have to say, so when you began to stir, he snapped to attention and waited for you to get your bearings.

"Good morning," he greeted, startling you to a sitting position. "How are you feeling?"

He was silent as you stuttered out a response, his fingers laced together expectantly. He hardly allowed you to give your answer before he moved onto the next question.

"Why are you pretending to be a man?"

Your wide eyes only bore into his, shocked, now realizing that, yes, you were practically half naked, revealing your most kept secret.

"It's not uncommon for women to pretend to be a man, however it is interesting that you would keep this from your prin-"

"Shut up."

Kouen only straightened his body and puffed up at your growl. Very few would dare to take the risk of interrupting him, silencing him no less.

"I'm not pretending," you gripped your sheets tight. "I'm... Making what was meant to be. Me being a woman.... Is not right, so I refuse it. I'm making right of that which was wronged."

One thing about Kouen that anyone could tell you was that he was a glutton for knowledge. He lusted after it like a dog with a bone, it did not matter what that bone is or where it came from, he wanted it, he was greedy for it. You've successfully piqued his interest, and now he's not leaving until he gets his bone.

"Tell me more."

And so you did. You told him everything. How you've felt disgusted in your own body to how euphoric you felt when wearing the right clothes. How you got treated better in society when you presented yourself the way you felt was right, how wrong it seemed to wear dresses or heels, how right it was to hold a sword and lead others, how happy you felt when you treated yourself like a man. How you denied what you were born as and refused it. Everything happens for a reason right? Then you were meant to feel this way in your story, meant to deny your birth, and you'll defend your right to follow the path which has been laid before you.

It fascinated Kouen to no end. He didn't fully understand it, no. He didn't feel that way about himself, there's no way he could fully understand, but he could see where your feelings come from and how you'd present yourself differently.

A moment of silence passed once you finished your emotional explanation, the silence ringing loudly in your ears.

"Who else knows..?" You whispered out.

"Just me and the healers," Kouen answered. "Though you've long since proven that this will not interfere with your work and won the right to keep this secret. This will stay between us."

He reached out and placed his hand on your head, softly petting it in comfort as tears welled up in your eyes, spilling out the corners. All throught your life others had shunned you and denied your basic necessities of life for simply being yourself, yet here was the first prince of the Kou Empire telling you that it's okay. That he'd keep your secret even! You couldn't help yourself, status and treatment of royals were gone from you as you gripped his hand and leaned your forehead against his shoulder, chanting out "thank you" like a neverending mantra.

Kouen didn't move you or shove you away for your taboo actions towards him, he instead placed his free hand upon your back, leaning into your body in return.

"There is another thing I'd like to ask of you as well," Kouen mentioned.

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"Did you hear?" Seishuu asked. "Apparently Prince Kouen found another household vessel."

"Really? That's interesting, he already has us for his three djinns, I wonder why he would need another," Kokuton mused, rubbing his chin in thought.

"There's a rumor going around that the Prince has feelings for em," Seishuu continued, a snigger to his voice.

"As if."

[mouisorange]

Yandere hakuryuu or sinbad please?

☰ Yandere General Headcanons 1

﹝Thank you for your request!﹞

* I’m not fully caught up on the manga so I’ll be focusing on the anime!

Sinbad is primarily ﹝Manipulative, Possessive, and Delusional﹞.

This lady-killer of the seas is easily one of the most manipulative yanderes within the universe, few characters rival Sinbad’s ablitiy to shift even the toughest Darling’s thoughts. He’s spent years learning how people work, much of this skill learned because of life or death situations. So when Sinbad finally finds someone that seems to be able to make his heart spin, of course he’s going to do everything he can to ensure they never leave him.  He’ll want to ensure that they won’t want to leave but isn’t against kidnapping Darling should they try to run from him.

Darling already belongs to him, but he does want them to accept it themselves as he doesn’t view them as property. Sinbad is an extremely patient yandere, this mixed with his confidence, natural charisma, intelligence, and his looks only serves to feed into the idea that Darling will eventually fall for him.  That’s not to mean he won’t step in or increase his efforts if someone he deems a threat else comes into the picture, he’s more than willing to remove a rival from the scene. Though, he does feel bad when Darling is crying over the rival’s exit (whether it be via threats or more permanent methods), but he can’t say he dislikes the way Darling seems to lean into his comfort. 

Sinbad already uses different ‘faces’ with certain people to get what he wants, so why wouldn’t he use these tactics on his Darling?  He does want to be himself with Darling, and will try to relax around them when he can, but Sinbad isn’t above shifting his personality a bit in order to reel his Darling in. Not too much, but just enough to change his Darling’s perception of him.  He’s never wanted to be married or in love, so when Darling comes along and changes his mind, he’s more than willing to change his Darling’s mind as well. Besides, he’s Sinbad, King of Sindria and one of the most powerful people in Magi: why wouldn’t Darling eventually accept him?

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[yandere-sins]

Heyyy Sins^^ so, like, after you got me into this fandom I really wanted to make a Magi request and had this idea of Kouha who I imagine can be quite a handful as a yandere, but to get to the point it's a situation where he 'overstepped' and finally 'broke' his darling beyond repair^^ love your writing soo much :) keep going

I am totally innocent of the crime of pulling you into this (◕‿◕✿) lol Thanks for the request! Hope it’s what you wanted :3

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“He-ey!”

His voice echoed out to you, even if it was barely a ringing in your ear now. You wanted this to be over, all of it, but at the same time, found it hard to care. Everything hurt and ached. If it wasn’t broken, it was sullied, and you knew it would stay like this, possibly forever. There was no spot on you that had been untouched, if by Kouha’s hand, the steel of his sword, or his words.

And yet, you were still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Possibly, you were even prettier now. Your eyes glazed over, skin marked with all kinds of his doings. Kouha had seen so many broken, unloved people in his life, but you were the first one he had wanted so bad, he had to turn you into one himself. Now you belonged to his world. You belonged under the people that he surrounded himself with.

You were just as broken and dependant on his love as everyone else.

Without him, you wouldn’t eat, nor drink. Your life would be nothing but a farce that you wouldn’t even try to uphold. If it was up to you, you wouldn’t even get up from your spot on the floor anymore. The marble under you must have been cold, but you didn’t flinch at it. Your wounds were burning, and though the cold stung, but it was almost soothing.

“Hey...” he tried again, discarding the sword in his hand, and your hair that had been caught in his fist throughout the struggle. Even if the answer was no, you wondered if Kouha minded the chaos around you two at least a little bit, considering he had been the one to mess it up so badly. But what was a bit of battered furniture to a prince who could have it replaced in less than minutes?

How replaceable were you? And how much would you care if he replaced you?

“Let’s do something else, okay? I want to do something fun!” Cupping your cheeks, he moved forward to kiss you, nothing but adoration in his eyes. Maybe he missed how little your lips moved in response, but he seemed happy nonetheless. After all, you were just like him now. Done, through with everything. You two would finally be able to live a life without the restraints and opinions of others.

Kouha knew how much they frightened you. How much you were worried about how others treated you. No one liked the prince like you did, except his own following. Of course, they’d give you weird looks knowing you hung around Kouha out of your own free will. He found the idea terrible that you’d let those people influence you. Tell you he was something he wasn’t, just to keep you away from him. But now, he saw it in the non-existing gleam in your eyes, that you wouldn’t care anymore. You couldn’t bring yourself to care anymore.

You couldn’t even care about whether you were alive or dead.

Even if your body still groaned under the pressure of his weight on your legs as he sat down on the broken and dislocated limbs, your mind was just shutting off with every touch that followed. “You’re perfect, you’re beautiful,” you heard him say, but it didn’t bring you joy, nor did you feel the same passionate fear and hatred for him as you did just minutes ago. Everything was just blank. Feelings were contained, yet at peace, and so were you.

“Promise me to stay with me forever?” he demanded sweetly, wiping the last of the tears away, and kissing you again. The small gulp your throat did was enough response from him as he hugged you tightly, staining his own body with everything that stained you. Not like Kouha would have cared. Anything of you was his now too, and he accepted you wholly with glee.

“We’ll be together,” he announced, sighing in relief. “Forever.”

[sinbadcentric]

Oof

[xxxavo]

My Fandom Husbando’s: Magi

SINDADDIE / Sinbad

Part one of fandom husbandos

Disclaimer: Wanted to write for my favourite fandom Husbando’s. Here is my Magi husband Sinbad! First one of five imagines! A bit suggestive

Dress fitting

“What do you think of this colour Sinbad?”

“It looks absolutely beautiful on you, my queen.”

“The dress doesn’t make my boob’s look to big does it?”

“The bigger the better.”

“I don’t think the Emperor of Kou will agree.”

“Well, he isn’t the one whose going to be staring at your chest all night.”

“Shame.” Your witty words knocked King Sinbad’s playful smirk from his face and replaced it with a childish pout. The shift in his demeanour was amusing to say the least and despite being covered in the finest of silk’s and being jabbed at with thousands of pointy, tiny needles you couldn’t help but grin cockily. “What’s the matter my King? I thought you would appreciate me gaining the favour of other rulers?”

“Gaining their favour, not their fancies.” The older gentleman muttered, standing up from his position on the rather expensive vintage chair in your private changing room before sauntering his way over to you. The changing room was perhaps your favourite room in the whole of the castle and one which you visited frequently. As the Queen of Sindria it was important that you always looked your best in order to up hold the country’s reputation, not that you were complaining, you didn’t see a problem with wearing gems and jewels galore. The only one who saw it as a problem from time to time was Ja’far, since sometimes Sinbad was a little to excessive when it came to you and expenses.

The maid’s slowly parted from your figure as Sinbad approached, like a regal big cat strolling through summers rays. His toned arms slithered around your waist, pulling you into his strong chest.

The King’s golden eyes studied your smaller form, taking in the canary coloured ball gown that clung perfectly to your every curve. “But can I just say...” You quirked an eyebrow as he licked his lips. “...You look better then anyone I’ve ever seen.” A tiny gasp left your lips when his hand slid from your waist to your lower back and as soon as they caught onto the business man’s ministrations the maid’s left rather hastily. It all happened so quickly it caused your cheeks to turn a deep shade of scarlet.

“Sinbad!”

“What? It’s not like my hand’s can go down any further, your dress is in the way!...Perhaps I should change that.” With a swift slap to the chest Sinbad loosened his hold on you and allowed you to wiggle free towards the gigantic full body mirror, adorned with rubies and golden pieces of metallic swirls. As you readjusted your gown, you could see Sinbad ogling you from the reflection of the mirror. “Okay, I apologise. I know how much you enjoy your dress fitting sessions. I don’t understand why though, how can you deal with being stood still wrapped in layers of fabric in this heat?” This time when Sinbad approached, he was much more gentle. With his hands rubbing smooth circles on your hips, Sinbad pressed his soft lips to your bare cheek. Deciding to indulge your lover, you let out a soft hum before meeting his gaze, once again using the reflection of the mirror to your benefit.

“Because.” A cheeky smile tugged at your lips. “I like to look sexy for you Sindaddie.”

[iimuchakk]

Thalassophile (Young!Sinbad x reader) Sinbad No Bouken

Summary : Moving to Tison village was never a noble girls dream, neither was meeting a young boy with both a passion for adventure and a talent at drawing people in. You thought the beginning of your life had ended long ago, but truth be told it starts here, and it starts now.

Warnings : Disturbing themes of parental and child relationships with one another

“So come all you pretty maids, whoever that you be, who love a jolly sailor bold, that ploughs the raging sea.”

Chapter : One

Volume 1 Chapter 4 : Precious lessons

Covered in the finest of silk’s and the most glittering of golds, you sat proudly in your seat. Hands laced together and propped up in a lady like manner on your lap. Your chin held itself high in the air proudly, and opposite you, your mother sat in a similar position, except her stature held power and authority, two things you were just beginning to grasp at your young age of 14. Your mother, Mrs Bedivere, was a well-known lady throughout Parthevia. People associated her with discipline, elegance and grace, as well as her ability to strike fear into the hearts of mere men just by glancing at them with her bright blue eyes. Currently, her gaze was off towards the direction of the window. Watching curiously as the view slowly changed from bright colors and rich statures into plain flat lands and dull living shacks. Despite being a wealthy women, the difference did not phase her. In fact, she seemed more pleased than not, and happily turned her attention down towards her pink dress.

Currently, your father was out fighting in the war. He was just as well known as your mother - if not more so - and was a respected officer who gave his loyalty over to the crown. He had never once been defeated, and you were keen on it staying that way. From your seat, your eyes shifted towards your mother, and you slowly opened your mouth to speak. “Mother.” You began gently, keeping your tone soft. In the past you had a habit of raising your voice and she was quick to scold you. Before replying to you, your mothers hands smoothed down a few kinks in her gown, careful not to scrape her nicely fuchsia painted nails. She took her time, then looked at you.

“Yes my sweet. What is it.” To anyone who dosent know her. In that moment she comes across as nothing more then polite and kind, as any mother would be when addressing their own flesh and blood. However to you, as somebody who has spent their entire life around her, and has seen every possible facade she owns, you know she is not happy from being brought out of her thoughts. Her eyes give it away, it is always her eyes. Holding back the urge to shift uncomfortable, you smile kindly.

“This village were moving to. What is it like? Will father soon be joining us?” Casually you moved a finger to your hair and began to twirl a strand of it vivaciously between your soft finger tips, that had obviously never seen a days of hard work.

“Tison village?” Your mother murmured quietly to herself, taking a short moment to ponder on what she should say. After a second or so, she glanced back out towards the window. The blurry colors of the quickly passing scenery not escaping her hawk like vision. “It’s not nearly as beautiful as what were use to back at home. Poor people at every turn, fishermen, most likely thieves and ruffians…However, I have been assured we will be given every luxury possible that comes with taking on this task the military has given your father once he returns. I’ve been told by the palace that our house is to be a suitable distance away from the others, and it will be the most well kept there. In addition, we will be given steady income, and wont have to associate ourselves to much with the people. As for your father -” Her gaze finally settles onto you, and for a moment, you swear she is hostile. “He will be joining us shortly. Now if you don’t mind. I would like to enjoy the rest of the carriage ride in silence.”

You note that is her lady like way of telling you to shut up, and so you comply. Soon, silence engulfs the two of you.

The carriage you both ride in is extravagant. The interior looks as though a chunk of the Parthevian castle has been taken, and the exterior not much different. You think back to the task at hand your mother mentioned your father having. When he returns from the war, he is meant to be taking control over Tison village for the emperor. A few years back when you were just a young girl, a Reim spy by the name of Darius had been sheltered by an expatriot, and ever since, the village has been less compliant to the needs of the Parthevian war. The kingdom hopes your father can restore the faith they once had in the military. As do you. The war is not something the rest of Parthevia takes lightly. In order to win, everybody is needed to help out in some way shape or form. Weather that means sending off their fathers and sons, or giving away their boats and money. That, is the Parthevian way.

Upon arrival, you watched from the shelter of your ride as people from the village crowded together to watch the commotion. Two horses rode beside the carriage, with two guards heavily armored controlling the reigns. Those two men were supposed to be yours and your mothers personal guards. Without your father with you, the two of you wouldn’t be able to fend for yourselves after all. You smiled widely when catching the boisterous grin of Knight Strous. Ever since you were a young girl, Sir Strous had been your only real friend. He was four years older than you, and while you were busy learning how to read and write, he was busying himself with the task of swords skills. Unlike his mentor Sir Gregor the third, who was also accompanying you. Strous was a lot kinder, and a lot more clumsy. He did make up for it with his charm though. You’d never seen somebody so easily talk an old women into stop hitting them with her bag. Holding back a laugh, you scanned over the people of Tison village.

The people dressed dully. Most of them wearing dark mucky brown clothing, or fabrics you could tell were of poor quality. You frowned. Unimpressed with the conditions. You expected something more. But what of you did not know. At the front of the crowd young girls and boys stood. Whispering excitedly about the new sights and carelessly pointing and tugging on their parents clothes. It was an odd exchange, you and your parents hardly ever acted towards each other like that.

“He looks strangely familiar.” Your mother quietly whispered to herself. Looking to her, you followed her stare dead ahead, to meet the face of a young boy around your age. He was handsome, that was a given. He had long purple hair tied into a ponytail, and his facial features were well defined. His clothing was simple, but suited him well. For a brief moment, his golden orbs moved ever so slightly to meet your own. As if by reflex your cheeks grew hot, and your eyes nervously shifted to any where other then his own. A higher class should not be caught staring at someone of lower status, and from your mothers disapproving hum, you knew the act did not go unnoticed. 

Your posture faltered, and you sunk back into your seat to escape the gaze’s of the villagers and perhaps spare yourself from doing anything else your mother could criticize you for. Your mother didn’t seem to care about your bodies sudden lack of nobility. Nobody could see you from your position now. The public could not judge what they could not see. After that moment, you couldn’t get that boy out of your head, and you most certainly couldn’t get the fact your mother recognized him out of there either. The carriage continued on for a couple more minuets, until it finally stopped outside your new home.

Stepping out of the carriage, you curiously staggered over to the sight. Then, you paused.

“This could be nicer.” You concluded. Strous laughed, joining you.

“It’s nicer then the other houses. Believe me.” He told you, picking up your luggage. “I’m not even living in this. Count yourself lucky my lady.” Using his free hand to take off his helmet, Strous shook his head allowing his blond curly hair to run free. “Me and Sir Gregor will be living in a nice little shack behind your house. The thought of being cooped up with that grumpy old man really makes my day.”

“I’m glad to know you like Sir Gregor as much as the next person.” Playfully Strous nudged you. It caused him to stumble more then you since he had a bag of your heavy luggage in his other arm. If he was anyone else you’d have them arrested, but this was Strous. He’d do anything to protect you. With one final chuckle, Strous ventured towards your house. It was large and built completely of wood like many of the other buildings in Tison village. This one however, was decorated with flowers and expensive looking ornaments. Still, it hardly even rivaled your old home.

Sighing, you looked back towards where you had just came from before beginning to walk towards your house.

Suddenly a hand clasped gently around your wrist. Turning you directly back into golden orbs you didn’t think you would see again for a while. A tiny squeak surpassed your lips and you watched as the boy from earlier got down onto one knee, placing a gentle kiss to the back of your. Your face flushed yet again, and he winked. “My lady. It’s a pleasure knowing someone as beautiful as yourself will be staying here. My name is Sinbad, Sinbad the sailor. What’s yours?”

Whack.

A dumbfounded expression replaced his flirtatious grin, leaving him looking like a lost puppy. You on the other hand, were both outraged and deeply confused. No boy had ever made such a brash movement like that towards you before. This boy - Sinbad - had a large red hand print on his cheek, his lower lip stuck out in a futile attempt to make you feel bad for him. You narrowed your eyes at him, watching as he stood to his feet, towering over you by two inches or so. You both stood a whiles length from your house, in the entrance of the small wooded area where the carriage had stopped. In an instant, he snapped back to his earlier self. “You have an arm on you.” 

“How dare you -” He stepped forward abruptly. And so you took a step back. The heel of your shoes catching on some sort of rocky surface, causing you to fall backwards. It was most certainly ungraceful, your arms flailing recklessly above you for some sort of balance. In the end, you got your wish. But it came in the form of a slim arm wrapping around your waist, pressing you close to their body.

“Could have been quite a fall. You’re lucky.” In a space of a minuet, you have been told twice about how lucky you are, but it is quite the opposite of how you feel. By now you sure your face is a bright red, and Sinbad smirks arrogantly. “I have saved you my lady. The least I can get in return is a name?” You glanced away, and slowly heaved yourself from his chest, standing up straight and lifting your head high. It seemed to amuse him.

“If your going to keep pestering me then I’ll have you know you can address me either as Miss Bedivere or Lady Bedivere, Sinbad the sailor.” You spat his name out coated in venom. Causing him to pout. “Now. I must be taking my leave as should you. Otherwise I will most certainly be getting my personal guard over here to escort you out of my families land. Good day to you.”

“Wait!” Nostrils flaring, you were ready to give this boy a good piece of your mind. You wouldn’t have cared about talking to him, but his greeting was rude and his manner even worse. He needed to learn his place and you wouldn’t mind fetching Strous to teach him it. “Now listen here-”

“Will I see you again?”

“Pardon?” Sinbad smiled gently, resting one hand on the hilt of his sword. It didn’t seem to be an act of aggression. But more like a habit of his he’d picked up along his way. Taken a back, your lips pursed as you tried thinking of a way to answer him back. “W-well.” You stuttered, not pleased with yourself in the slightest. “I-I live here now so it’s not as though we wont be seeing each other.” Your reply seemed to please him and he turned his back towards you. Then sauntered away. This Sinbad, he certainly left an impression.

The inside of the house was much more pleasant then the outside’s appearance made it seem. It had a cosy feel to it, and even though it was very different from what you were use to. The change was nice. You were sat in one of the kitchen’s wooden chairs. A plush pillow placed behind your back. Your hand was clasped softly around a quill as you used the roses in the flower pot that was situated in the middle of the table as inspiration to draw. You had always been a good drawer. Your old nanny had said you had an eye for things others could not see. In fact, when you were little you believed her. You always found yourself zoning out and a moment later you’d look down to see something spectacular sketched out to perfection on your paper. This was one of them moments. Like chimes ringing in your ears, white noise had completely left and was replaced with the calm waves of the ocean near by, and the chirping of woodland birds. On the page, an image of a rose covered meadow had been drawn, and in the midst stood a figure shadowed in the rays of the sun.

“Darling.” Pulling you out of your daze, you looked up to your mother who had turned from stirring the stew to study your form. She simply glanced to the picture you had drawn before pursing her lips. “Whats on your mind? Your worrying me. Has something happened?” Lies. Your mind betrayed your heart, which clenched in pain knowing you were right. She didn’t care, she didn’t worry. She just wanted to know, she just wanted control. In your throat, a lump formed. It formed from fear. You smiled crookedly at her, and shook your head.

“Nothings wrong mother. Please don’t worry.” You willed. “Nothing has happened at all. It’s just such a change I’m still adjusting to life here.” You regretted hiding the truth from her immediately after, as a hateful smirk arose on her face. A “Tuting” noise escaped her lips, and she walked over to stand behind you, her hips swaying, much like a lions as they stalked their prey. Leaning down into your ear, she used her nails to grasp the lobe. Making sure you couldn’t tug away, even though she full well knew you wouldn’t. It would leave indents in the skin. She knew that too.

“I want you to stay away from him. Far, far away.”

[magi-labyrinth-imagines]

Headcannons for Sinbad as a sugar daddy with a daddy kink? :”)

Dating Sugar Daddy Sinbad would include…

As the King of Sindria, Sinbad has accumulated enough wealth to live lavishly for the rest of his life as it shows through how well Sindria’s economy has become. Although this is not something the King brags about, it is something he rather enjoys and takes advantage of with the occasional splurge. However, Sinbad knows where he came from and does not allow his new money to blind him from his values and beliefs.

Sinbad, however, does use his money in some unconventional ways, such as reimbursing lovely woman for keeping him company. Although this is not direct prostitution, it is a classy system of reciprocity that has become a common cycle for the King.

With his budget ballooning to an amount that makes Sindria comfortable enough to avoid a recession, his attempts to make economic growth increase. Still - he cannot help but to fall back into his ways of reimbursing women for their services and time. As a frequent customer at the same brothel, the tab is consistently open until he is finished for the session. 

However, even the King becomes bored of the same routine of beautiful dancing women and warm alcohol. He appreciates their company but we always finds himself yearning for something more. He is an adventurer at heart and still craves the excitement of exploring new methods of pleasure and discovery. 

This is most likely where his S/O would come into place. Sinbad does not meet them until he is on the hunt for a new adventure, most likely in his most sober moments. When he sees a new body at one of his festivals, it intrigues the King. His methodical watching only piques his interests when he observes their body language and overall appearance.

They are by far more interesting than any of his harem girls and hold themselves at a high standard - something he admires. Using his charming and charismatic moves, he naturally draws the person into his orb. By the end of the festival he knows will have their name. 

Sinbad will wait a couple of days after the festival before he sets out to meet the mystery person. They are the only thing that been on his mind and he cannot help but to feel a little giddy about seeing them again. He spends the next few days to prepare for their next meeting, he will work extra hard to finish any work needed to avoid interruptions. 

Once he is ready, Sinbad easily finds them within a few hours. Now that he is sober and the lighting is better, he has to agree that they are far more beautiful than he remembers. 

Once a friendship is established, Sinbad is set on making them a frequent body in his life. He is not satisfied until he knows everything about them and what their dreams are. It may sound silly, but Sinbad could easily forget himself and what his position is when they are immersed in deep conversations. This is something that Sinbad likes a lot.

Sinbad makes it a habit to impress his new partner with lavish gifts or foods each time they meet. Although there is no special occasion, he cannot help but to see the smile on their face when they taste the exotic foods that a normal civilian would have have tasted before.

His partner, however, must be careful to remind Sinbad that he does not need to compensate for their company or friendship. Sometimes it may feel like he is buying their attention, with the multiple shopping frees and lavish gifts. Although they are accepted, maybe with a little hesitation, his partner still needs to tell Sinbad that they truly enjoy his company.

Only after a couple of dates does Sinbad finally propose an arrangement with his partner. In exchange for their companionship and affection - he would provide them anything they needed, including monetarily and emotionally. 

Dates with Sinbad are special and each carefully thought through. As King, Sinbad is a very busy man and there may be weeks or even months without any word from him due to his high position. However, he will make this up by bringing exotic gifts and foods from abroad with each trip.

Some of the best dates are when it is just him and his partner in his chambers, he will be sure to bring scented oils and massage their body slowly and feed them by hand until they are simply intoxicated by the pampering. However, Sinbad will also expect the same thing.

His partner is expected to keep up a high appearance. Sinbad is a man of image, he can be vain his own appearance and often spends a great deal of time just pampering himself. With the support of Sinbad, he would provide his partner the most beautiful silks and fabrics as well as body oils to keep their skin smooth and radiant. They will be the envy of the Kingdom and Sinbad cannot help but to become proud and prideful.

With pride some possession, and Sinbad can be a very prideful man. Although he would not describe himself as a jealous man, he does feel a twinge of insult when he sees ambassadors of other countries throw their affection in the direction of his sugar baby. He will watch from afar and keep note of their body language, however it has been common for Sinbad to approach his partner in front of said admirers and boast about his wealth and power. 

In the bedroom, Sinbad is very skilled and knowledgeable about the anatomy of his partners. He spends hours worshiping and memorizing each crevasse of their skin and pinpoints each bright point of pleasure. In the beginning, Sinbad is much more of a giver in a sense. 

He admires the way their face contorts from all the feelings he gives them. Perhaps maybe a little more tongue would make their thighs shake? That would be a pleasant sight. 

Once the relationship progresses, only does his true selfishness begin to come out. He is very vocal about what position he wants his partner and how they should please him. It is also common practice for them to call him daddy. The nickname alone has Sinbad rearing for another round - simply due to the portrait of innocence his sugar baby may have when they look up with their doe eyes and mouth stuffed.

Overall, Sinbad is among the most adventurous and charming sugar daddies. He has the wealth and stamina to keep up a sugar baby or two, but he will truly devote himself to one if they display them self differently than the others. The king craves adventure, and if his partner gives it to him they will surely be compensated. 

[various-x-reader]

Umm, this might be tricky but how would SnB's Sinbad and Magi's Sinbad try to flirt with a s/o who literally runs away when they try to flirt?

SnB!Sinbad:

(Y/N) getting on Sinbad nerves. Why, would you ask? Because she constantly running away whenever he’s making move on her. The first few times that happens he was just confused, but right now he’s super frustrated. Are you tired of him? That’s impossible. The two of your are getting along good enough. But whenever he’s getting more flirty you just change the topic and find some stupid excuse. As time passed you didn’t even tried to excuse yourself, you just run away. So this time, after you decided to leave him alone one more time he started to chasing you. You’re too precious to him to leave this abnormal situation like that.

Magi!Sinbad:

(Y/N) is definitely one of her kind. Even tho she got him, the king of Sindria, the King of the Seven Seas, she still constantly ignores him. At first it was comical, but after you run away, literally run away after he attempted to flirt with you he got angry. But Sinbad’s proud won’t let him do something about it. You are just a human, and you got your needs. You won’t run away forever. And once you’ll come back he will triumph.

[silenceofthecookies]

Here I am again UwU, this time, maybe some headcanons with Sinbad and a gn reader who is very much head over heels for him, and gets very very very nervous every time he's near because they are pretty shy? So usually once he enters a room they just bolt for the door! Sending you love and I hope you get many a good idea for this opening!

Haaazzeeelllll 💖I hope this is what you were expecting dear, enjoy! 

Sinbad really didn’t understand what was going on. His natural charm and charisma usually made sure getting close to anyone at all was fairly easy. There had been a few exceptions, people who were hostile to him at first, but eventually he even managed to persuade those people. You, however, were a different story.

You had been hostile towards him, nor had he ever been your enemy. Yet whenever he entered the room, you bolted out. At first, he thought you needed to do something. But then it just kept on happening, so it couldn't have been that. He asked some other people who knew you if you did that with anyone else, only to find out that you were perfectly fine with other people. It was just him.

This caught his attention. Sindbad is not used to people running away from him, certainly not without a reason. Sinbad can't stand not knowing things, so he set out to investigate, trying to get you to tell him the reason behind your behaviour.

With you running away the moment you see him, talking to you was a real problem. For a few days, he could be seen chasing you as you ran off, to the point where his generals had to stop him because it really started to look creepy and set him in a bad daylight.

He was frustrated about the situation, wonder what made you so afraid of him, until he noticed your flustered expression one day as you ran away. Everything clicked in his head, all frustration disappeared, and Sinbad instantly relaxed about the situation. You had just fallen for his charm. That made so much more sense.

However, because of this little cat-and-mouse game, Sinbad's interest in you had grown a lot as well. He also thought it must be inconvenient for you as well to have to run every time he gets near, so he makes it his personal mission to get you to stop running.

So eventually, he gets to talk to you and asks you to stop running every time you see him. He doesn't tell you he knows why you run, not yet anyway, that would be counterproductive.

Once that's done and when you're slowly getting used to being around him, that's when the teasing starts. He knows what effect he has on you, and he loves it. His teasing is always subtle, and it can be played off as being playful, friendly,… but it's enough to get you ready to run again. He never lets you though.

He would like you to be less nervous around him though, and his teasing is constantly trying to get a reaction from you, to talk back. It doesn't matter how long it takes, Sinbad greatly enjoys games like these.

[shuuenka-writes]

The Bitter Corner [Sinbad x Reader]

Red String of Fate one-shot collection

Paring: Sinbad x Reader

A/N:  Hello! Random idea to create collection of one-shots. Because I usually get random ideas and plot-bunnies. Story set somewhere at the beggining of his rule, I guess there was a day where the generals would be created, right? And this will probably be irrelevant later seeing how the SNB goes XD

wordcount: 1234

Since you were one of a very first Sinbad’s companions, you found the idea of you not being one of his generals, mildly insulting.

Who said it had to be Eight Generals? It could be Nine Generals as well, people would get accustomed anyway. You were sure nobody would complain. It wasn’t like because you were a woman you couldn’t join – Yamuraiha and Pisti were females. You weren’t weak either. You accompanied Sinbad in his first dungeon conquer and for years you led his merchant company along with him.  You could fight on your own and you were capable to protect yourself. So yeah, you felt mildly insulted. Who you were kidding? You were deadly offended and while others cheered, trying on a new clothes, you sat at the sidelines devouring sweets. The night carried on with a festival on this oh so grand occasion, that followed hectoliters of wine and a flock of woman. You were sure, your place at king Sinbad’s side, was called ‘the bitter corner’ by now. Laying between comfy pillows you couldn’t care less about woman surrounding the young king. Usually you’d be annoyed, but today you drowned sorrows in food and wine. You put down a bottle deciding it was enough. “Hey, ____, have some more wine!” you heard joyous laugh. You narrowed your eyes at Sinbad. “No,” you replied and buried yourself in soft pillows. “Why~?” he slurred obviously drunk.  You heard endless giggling of girls seated on his laps. “I don’t want to. Leave me in my bitter corner,” you said. You had to admit, you too were a little bit drunk. “Bitter corner?” Ja’far interjected. “What do you mean?” “Leave me aloneeeee!” you said. No, wailed, and threw a pillow at him. You missed your target and the pillow hit Sinbad in his head causing him to spill the wine all over himself. You blinked and started to laugh. His face was priceless. Your mood improved a little, though not enough to enjoy the night. And worst of all, you had to help Sinbad with getting to his chambers. You cursed under your breath while you escorted the drunk king through the corridors. At least he didn’t try to make a move on you. In the morning you decided to confront the king and tell him exactly how you felt about not being one of his Generals. Unsurprisingly you found him still asleep. You moved the curtains away, bringing morning light to the room. Person on the bed moved and groaned in protest. “Wake up, Sinbad!” you huffed. “____... Let me sleep,” he croaked. “Wake up, imbecile king!” you dumped a water that  you took with you on his head. “Alright, alright! You didn’t have to do this!” he jolted awake and grumbled. You shrugged and watched as he made his way for clothes. He messaged his temples mumbling about a headache. He drank remains of a water from the jug. “Why I am not part of your generals?” you asked. Sinbad blinked innocently at you. “That’s why you were so down yesterday!” “Don’t change topic! Why?” Sinbad scratched his chin. You glared at him impatiently. “There is no need for you to be one,” he finally replied. “Huh…?” you frowned. “Am I that useless? Am I not qualified?” He must’ve seen obvious hurt in your eyes and welling tears as he waved his arms panicked. You were hurt. You didn’t want to be a burden for him, especially for him. You knew each other for so long, when did you miss the part that you were in fact just a hindrance? “That’s not it!” he said. You stood up with dropping head. “If that’s it… I’ll bury myself in books or whatever, so I won’t be obstacle in your ruling.” You moved to the doors. You hardly could contain tears in your eyes as your voice was breaking. You were about to reach the handle when you were pushed back and hugged from behind. You gasped and froze. Sinbad brought you close to his chest and wouldn’t let you go. “Please, let me go,” you said. “I didn’t want you to join the Generals, because…,”he paused, “ I want you to be close to me.” “I-I don’t understand,” you said, blushing when you felt his breath on your neck. “I mean, you’re doing a great job with taking care of things.” You frowned a little more. “Like?” you asked. “Like listening to my endless complaining, or just thinking of the things I don’t think about.” “What about Ja’far? He’s good at this too,” you pointed still not understanding him. “No, he’s good at scolding me,” he said cheekly. You had to admit, that you smiled a little. “Remember when we were in Reim? To be honest you knew better how to sell things than I did. Or how you helped us in Artemyra with talking to the queen to not actually kill us.” “Well…” “I want you to do what you’re doing. You don’t need a title to be who you are,” he finished laying his head on your shoulder. You pursed your lips. You felt warmth spreading within you. It was nice knowing you weren’t useless. Fiddled with your fingers. “You’re kind of my queen, right?” “Wha-what?” your cheeks reddened as he rubbed his cheek against yours. “At Baal’s dungeon, you forgot already? You were supposed to remember things,” he teased. You didn’t have to turn around to know that he was grinning. You searched your memory to the years back. You were a young girl back then. You were new in a town but you quickly made friends with purple-head. You were sure that Sinbad was up to no good, so you followed him to the dungeon. Realization hit you. “Oh.” “How was it? ‘If Sinbad is a King, I’ll be the Queen, so be prepared!’, right?” he said. You felt his arms around you shaking with laughter. “Geez~~! It was long time ago!” you wailed. You tried to free yourself from his grip but to no avail. Part of you were embarrassed that he remembered something like this, and another part was happy. “Let me go! Seriously, Sinbad~~!” “No way.” You struggled in his embrace. After a while you gave up with a sigh. You leaned on his broad chest and peered at his happy face. He finally let you go. The doors opened to reveal Ja’far blinking at you two. He sighed and scolded Sinbad for oversleeping. You smirked a little till you too got a scolding for not waking him up on time. You and the king dragged your feet after pissed advisor. “But really,” you sighed. Sinbad looked at you with interest. “If not for this imbecile king, I might’ve enjoyed the party instead of drowning myself in ‘the bitter corner’.” “’The bitter corner’?” he perked. “Nothing.” “Tell me.” “No way~!” You grinned at his exasperated expression. In some sense you were still kids that went into their first dungeon and went for an adventure.